I admit that I’m an English major with two degrees in “English”. I admit that I’m a writer, and I’ve even been paid on occasion to write. I admit that I’m a voracious reader because I love words (though both my writing and reading have taken a hit since starting this blog). I admit that I stole my blog’s name from the World’s Greatest Poet. But, Terry, here’s my ultimate confession: “I AIN’T NO POET!” So, please ignore that I have degrees and get paid to write sometimes, because no one will pay for this one!

My ancestors came from lands far awayOnce in the US, they decided to stayLeaving no trace of their origins, to my dismayNow I’m trudging through historyBecause their lives were a mysteryAnd genea-blogging now takes up my whole day!

Here is a reader poem for your consideration — it is not a pretty sight! LOL!

What’s past is prologue wrote the Bard
And Donna the genealogist looks for every shard
Of family history — yes, she look hard.
She looks all day and she looks all night
She looks and looks with all her might.
Yes, Donna the genealogist is never bored.